{"id":2961,"date":"2008-08-08T18:13:13","date_gmt":"2008-08-08T18:13:13","guid":{"rendered":""},"modified":"-0001-11-30T00:00:00","modified_gmt":"-0001-11-29T21:00:00","slug":"gurere-bir-siir","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.emresururi.com\/blogs\/sururi\/2008\/08\/08\/gurere-bir-siir\/","title":{"rendered":"G\u00fcrer’e bir \u015fiir."},"content":{"rendered":"

<\/p>\n
I<\/b>
\nAmong twenty snowy mountains,
\nThe only moving thing
\nWas the eye of the blackbird.<\/p>\n

II<\/b>
\nI was of three minds,
\nLike a tree
\nIn which there are three blackbirds.<\/p>\n

III<\/b>
\nThe blackbird whirled in the autumn winds.
\nIt was a small part of the pantomime.<\/p>\n

IV<\/b>
\nA man and a woman
\nAre one.
\nA man and a woman and a blackbird
\nAre one.<\/p>\n

V<\/b>
\nI do not know which to prefer,
\nThe beauty of inflections
\nOr the beauty of innuendoes,
\nThe blackbird whistling
\nOr just after.<\/p>\n

VI<\/b>
\nIcicles filled the long window
\nWith barbaric glass.
\nThe shadow of the blackbird
\nCrossed it, to and fro.
\nThe mood
\nTraced in the shadow
\nAn indecipherable cause.<\/p>\n

VII<\/b>
\nO thin men of Haddam,
\nWhy do you imagine golden birds?
\nDo you not see how the blackbird
\nWalks around the feet
\nOf the women about you?<\/p>\n

VIII<\/b>
\nI know noble accents
\nAnd lucid, inescapable rhythms;
\nBut I know, too,
\nThat the blackbird is involved
\nIn what I know.<\/p>\n

IX<\/b>
\nWhen the blackbird flew out of sight,
\nIt marked the edge
\nOf one of many circles.<\/p>\n

X<\/b>
\nAt the sight of blackbirds
\nFlying in a green light,
\nEven the bawds of euphony
\nWould cry out sharply.<\/p>\n

XI<\/b>
\nHe rode over Connecticut
\nIn a glass coach.
\nOnce, a fear pierced him,
\nIn that he mistook
\nThe shadow of his equipage
\nFor blackbirds.<\/p>\n

XII<\/b>
\nThe river is moving.
\nThe blackbird must be flying.<\/p>\n

XIII<\/b>
\nIt was evening all afternoon.
\nIt was snowing
\nAnd it was going to snow.
\nThe blackbird sat
\nIn the cedar-limbs. <\/p>\n

\nThirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird<\/i><\/b>
\nWallace Stevens<\/b><\/div>\n

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I Among twenty snowy mountains, The only moving thing Was the eye of the blackbird. II I was of three minds, Like a tree In which there are three blackbirds. III The blackbird whirled in the autumn winds. It was a small part of the pantomime. IV A man and a woman Are one. A … Okumaya devam et “G\u00fcrer’e bir \u015fiir.”<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[13],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.emresururi.com\/blogs\/sururi\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2961"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.emresururi.com\/blogs\/sururi\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.emresururi.com\/blogs\/sururi\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.emresururi.com\/blogs\/sururi\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.emresururi.com\/blogs\/sururi\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2961"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.emresururi.com\/blogs\/sururi\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2961\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.emresururi.com\/blogs\/sururi\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2961"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.emresururi.com\/blogs\/sururi\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2961"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.emresururi.com\/blogs\/sururi\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2961"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}